Yo, god, show these niggas how we get deep, down, and dirtyLike Keyon, got his wig pushed back,Five-thirtyYo they gotta hitPlaced on my head, what should the god do?Max out in Spain and do business with the JewsNever thatThem never look angry out of synchThe imperial, industrial king got weightDon't give a fuckLike the poor part, we watch Heart To HeartThey used to push me in shuffel cardsNow I'm writing books like EbinezzerThe porno teaserSayin words like sheebaEducated rapper fouling the teaserMy team got rocks like Six Flags, plus the Wu labCameras in nine bedrooms we own tagsDon't touch thisCracklin hot shitI snap ya shoulder blade in half,Laugh, and pop shitReader's Digest, passed my book to L. Ron HubbardGot bagged that the world government tried to dub itBut devils love itMovie trap raps cover the tracksLike AjaxSharper than cuts laced on hardly scratched supreme clientelMy cartelWillie Star passed,Shit his piece, where's the Nobel?Oh, well,Siginin off as usual,The arsonist, leavin niggas lost in the stairwell

Break: Ghostface Killah, The Delphonics ()

(Tang-o-Phonics number one) Yeah, yo, yoRepresent my projects Stapelton (after the smoke is done)He represent that project Park Hill (tang-o-Phonics number one)You represent that project Murder West Brighton Now BornArm bangin into that will (ahhhhh)Word up, (after the smoke is clear) yeah, what, Stapelton(Tang-o-phonics and Wu-Tang still here)Park Hill, word up, yeah, yeah, New York

[Raekwon]

The greatest story ever told by me, preciselyRoman numeral I bePlus three describe meMy son move like the toadGet drunkSpeak in codesThrow a fiend in the sleeper holdGot beef with the coldMet my comradGo half on this lamp down in BaghdadFlippin like a mex tabGet money like an A-rabThe type niggas snappedSix legs on the crabNow, hush, who wanna do whatMy click better bust

[The RZA]

Underprivileged,Grew up in a Stapelton house village,Where blood flood the water in the streets like oil spilageWhen the water was flowin (Tang-O-Phonics number one)I spot a fifty-five boroughA nigga was still flowin,Voice was echoinI rise high like an Opera'sProcter wouldn't GambleThe sample, it shocked herMy ninjas run wilder than Shaka ZuluSome play peace like Donny the GuruOthers live to be wise and old like Desmond DutchuUndisputed championBell holdersShape and mold usSole controler of the moonI, solar and polarI blow half smoke through my nasalBust my ways with thirty wordsWu-Tang wasn't for children likeCannibals raidin Sicilians

Outro: The Delphonics

After the smoke is doneWu-Tang-o-Phonics number oneAfter the smoke is doneWu-Tang-o-Phonics number oneAfter the smoke is clearTang-o-Phonics and Wu-Tang still hereAfter the smoke is doneWu-Tang-o-Phonics number oneAhhhhh (Wuuuuuu, wuuuuuu)